Chapter 1 - The Boy Who Didnt Die

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by clayemask

by clayemask

The Hardrocks were a well off, status conscious family living in Las Vegas, United States. They were eager to keep up their wealthy influencer appearance to their social media following. Hardrock Nick was the man of the house, he was a very large man with a villainously shaped beard, who was often dressed in expensive designer brand clothes.
Every day, Hardrock Nick would vlog about how many bitches he had lined up for his dick, his luxury hotel rooms (in the hotel which he owned, of course), and the cars in which he would say he bought, but he never actually did. The Hardrocks had everything they wanted, but they had a secret, and their greatest fear was that someone would expose them. They would probably be cancelled if someone found out about the Gonzalez's. Mrs Gonzalez was Mrs Hardrock's sister but they hadn't seen each other in a long ass time; in fact, Mrs Hardrock pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her weird asf husband acted like they were on acid and it was just not a good look for their influencer lifestyle. The Hardrock's knew the Gonzalez's had a small son, too, but they had never actually seen him. This boy was another reason for keeping the Gonzalez's away. The Hardrock's didn't want their son, Paul, to mix with a child like that.

It was a very ordinary morning, the sky was blue, the atmosphere was dry, the grass outside was dry, everything was dry cause this was Las Vegas. Hardrock Nick left the Hardrock Hotel, (in which he owned and lived in), and made his was to his huge Range Rover and backed out of the driveway.
What he didn't notice was a humongous ugly tawny owl flying right past his hotel (which he owned).
Hardrock Nick began driving to the mall in his huge Range Rover to purchase a very expensive Gucci belt. As he was stuck in traffic, he peered slightly out of his drivers window to see a cat reading a map. "Yo what the fuck?" he exclaimed. Was he imagining things?? He must because that seriously would have been batshit crazy. He shook it off, then started to think about what he was going to caption his photo in order to get maximum clout. Then out of nowhere his eyes were drawn to a crowd of people in colourful cloaks. "I need to stop drinking..." he thought to himself before shaking the image from his mind. As he continued driving towards the mall he thought about nothing except the angle in which he'd take the photo of his Gucci belt in and how many likes he was hoping to get.

Just after he purchased the belt he started taking lots of photos of it and began vlogging about how rich he was. He had forgotten all about the cloaked people until he passed a group of them standing outside a Starbucks. They were all whispering to each other as Hardrock Nick snickered at them. Although, at this point, Hardrock Nick decided he wanted a venti pumpkin spice latte, so he was going to have to walk past them. As he begrudgingly got closer to the group he started to make out a few words of what they were saying.
"The Gonzalez's? why would it be them???"
"-their son Danny-"
Hardrock Nick let out a loud gasp but covered his mouth quickly and pretended he didn't make a huge noise. Fear flooded him as he thought about his weird as fuck nephew and his weird as fuck family. He then suddenly snapped out of it, Gonzalez was a common last name wasn't it? maybe? Danny was a pretty common name and there could be someone else who named their son Danny.
Hardrock Nick then made his way into an empty elevator to go down and pick up his huge Range Rover from the valet parking. Whilst exiting the elevator he began to vlog again, so he could take his mind off all the commotion that took place earlier with those super fucking weird cloaked people.
"LETS TALK ABOUT WHY BADASS GOOD LOOKING RICH GUYS HAVE-"
He was so focused on admiring at how sexy he thought he looked in his iPhone camera that he walked straight into someone, dropping his iPhone on top of the little mans head on impact. "oH shit sorry." he grumbled as he retrieved his phone.
"Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for the Beauty Killer has gone at last!!!! Even muggles like yourself should be celebrating!"
The weird little old man tried to hug Hardrock Nick but Nick just made a disgusted noise and shooed the man away.
Wtf was up with that? Who was the Beauty Killer and what in the literal fucking fuck was a muggle???? Whatever just happened completely stunned Hardrock Nick. He hurried to his huge Range Rover and set off home.